I'll admit it, I'm nervous waiting for hurricane Hannah to make it to Virginia. So I made homemade pizza dough. Maybe that's not really out of character, I like to make homemade bread and pizza dough. Sometimes the kneading has a special effect on the nerves.
It was Isabel that put the scare in me back about 5 years ago. John wasn't yet 3, Lauren was about 16 months and I was at least 6 months pregnant with Allie. We lost 20 trees in all, 10 in the front yard alone. What really did it were the two trees that hit the house and then raked down the side with subsequent wind gusts. It sounded like a freight train barreling through the house. Miraculously there was only cosmetic damage to the roof. But the rest of the night we took to the interior downstairs of the house which is the dining room. We camped out on sleeping bags, Kevin, pregnant me, two toddlers a dog and a cat. Very scary. The kids somehow managed to sleep but I was up most of the night going from window to window paranoid that another tree would come crashing in on the house.
Here's what the front yard looked like:
And John with his excavator helping with the cleanup behind the pole barn. Can you believe the size of that root ball? Wind. Just uprooted a hundred year old oak tree.
Lauren wasn't much concerned. John gave her those sticks in case she wanted to play.